摄影记者塞尔维邂逅电影演员娜第尔，她为了生存不得不出演一些不能表现其才能的角色。娜第尔的丈夫雅克是一个有魅力的男人，但在幻灭后开始逃避现实。娜第尔和塞尔维很快发现了他们的相遇是如此重要。尽管这并不是他们两人愿意看到的，从相遇时他们便开始了一个老套的爱情冒险……

Voice 1 (male "professional announcer" type): This neighborhood(1) was made for the wretched dignity of the petty bourgeoisie, for respectable occupations and intellectual tourism. The sedentary population of the upper floors was sheltered from the influences of the street. This neighborhood has remained the same. It was the strange setting of our story, where a systematic questioning of all the diversions and works of a society, a total critique of its idea of happiness, was expressed in acts. These people also scorned "subjective profundity". They were interested in nothing but an adequate and concrete expression of themselves. Voice 2 (Debord, monotone): Human beings are not fully conscious of their real life - usually groping in the dark; overwhelmed by the consequences of their acts; at every moment groups and individuals find themselves confronted with results they have not wished. Voice 1: They said that oblivion was their ruling passion. They wanted to reinvent everything each day; to become the masters and possessors of their own lives. Just as one does not judge a man according to the conception he has of himself, one cannot judge such periods of transition according to their own consciousness; on the contrary, one must explain the consciousness through the contradictions of material life, through the conflict between social conditions and the forces of social production. The progress achieved in the domination of nature was not yet matched by a corresponding liberation of everyday life. Youth passed away among the various controls of resignation. Our camera has captured for you a few aspects of a provisional microsociety. The knowledge of empirical facts remains abstract and superficial as long as it is not concretized by its integration into the whole "” which alone permits the supersession of partial and abstract problems so as to arrive at their concrete essence, and implicitly at their meaning. This group was on the margins of the economy. It tended toward a role of pure consumption, and first of all the free consumption of its time. It thus found itself directly engaged in qualitative variations of everyday life but deprived of any means to intervene in them. The group ranged over a very small area. The same times brought them back to the same places. No one went to bed early. Discussion on the meaning of all this continued... Voice 2: "Our life is a journey "” In the winter and the night. "” We seek our passage..."� Voice 1: The abandoned literature nevertheless exerted a delaying action on new affective formulations. Voice 2: There was the fatigue and the cold of the morning in this much-traversed labyrinth, like an enigma that we had to resolve. It was a looking-glass reality through which we had to discover the potential richness of reality. On the bank of the river evening began once again; and caresses; and the importance of a world without importance. Just as the eyes have a blurred vision of many things and can see only one clearly, so the will can strive only incompletely toward diverse objects and can completely love only one at a time. Voice 3 (young girl): No one counted on the future. It would never be possible to be together later, or anywhere else. There would never be a greater freedom. Voice 1: The refusal of time and of growing old automatically limited encounters in this narrow, contingent zone, where what was lacking was felt as irreparable. The extreme precariousness of the means of getting by without working was at the root of this impatience which made excesses necessary and breaks definitive. Voice 2: One never really contests an organization of existence without contesting all of that organization's forms of language. Voice 1: When freedom is practiced in a closed circle, it fades into a dream, becomes a mere representation of itself. The ambiance of play is by nature unstable. At any moment "ordinary life"� can prevail once again. The geographical limitation of play is even more striking than its temporal limitation. Any game takes place within the contours of its spatial domain. Around the neighborhood, around its fleeting and threatened immobility, stretched a half-known city where people met only by chance, losing their way forever. The girls who found their way there, because they were legally under the control of their families until the age of eighteen, were often recaptured by the defenders of that detestable institution. They were generally confined under the guard of those creatures who among all the bad products of a bad society are the most ugly and repugnant: nuns. What usually makes documentaries so easy to understand is the arbitrary limitation of their subject matter. They describe the atomization of social functions and the isolation of their products. One can, in contrast, envisage the entire complexity of a moment which is not resolved into a work, a moment whose movement indissolubly contains facts and values and whose meaning does not yet appear. The subject matter of the documentary would then be this confused totality. Voice 2: The era had arrived at a level of knowledge and technical means that made possible, and increasingly necessary, a direct construction of all aspects of a liberated affective and practical existence. The appearance of these superior means of action, still unused because of the delays in the project of liquidating the commodity economy, had already condemned aesthetic activity, whose ambitions and powers were both outdated. The decay of art and of all the values of former mores had formed our sociological background. The ruling class's monopoly over the instruments we needed to control in order to realize the collective art of our time had excluded us from a cultural production officially devoted to illustrating and repeating the past. An art film on this generation can only be a film on its absence of real creations. Everyone unthinkingly followed the paths learned once and for all, to their work and their home, to their predictable future. For them duty had already become a habit, and habit a duty. They did not see the deficiency of their city. They thought the deficiency of their life was natural. We wanted to break out of this conditioning, in quest of another use of the urban landscape, in quest of new passions. The atmosphere of a few places gave us intimations of the future powers of an architecture it would be necessary to create to be the support and framework for less mediocre games. We could expect nothing of anything we had not ourselves altered. The urban environment proclaimed the orders and tastes of the ruling society just as violently as the newspapers. It is man who makes the unity of the world, but man has extended himself everywhere. People can see nothing around them that is not their own image; everything speaks to them of themselves. Their very landscape is alive. There were obstacles everywhere. There was a cohesion in the obstacles of all types. They maintained the coherent reign of poverty. Everything being connected, it was necessary to change everything by a unitary struggle, or nothing. It was necessary to link up with the masses, but we were surrounded by sleep. Voice 3: The dictatorship of the proletariat is a desperate struggle, bloody and bloodless, violent and peaceful, military and economic, educational and administrative, against the forces and traditions of the old world. Voice 1: In this country it is once again the men of order who have rebelled. They have reinforced their power. They have been able to aggravate the grotesqueness of the ruling conditions according to their will. They have embellished their system with the funereal ceremonies of the past. Voice 2: Years, like a single instant prolonged to this point, come to an end. Voice 1: What was directly lived reappears frozen in the distance, fit into the tastes and illusions of an era, carried away with it. Voice 2: The appearance of events that we have not made, that others have made against us, now obliges us to be aware of the passage of time, its results, the transformation of our own desires into events. What differentiates the past from the present is precisely its out-of-reach objectivity; there is no more should-be; being is so consumed that it has ceased to exist. The details are already lost in the dust of time. Who was afraid of life, afraid of the night, afraid of being taken, afraid of being kept? Voice 3: What should be abolished continues, and we continue to wear away with it. We are engulfed. We are separated. The years pass and we haven't changed anything. Voice 2: Once again morning in the same streets. Once again the fatigue of so many similarly passed nights. It is a walk that has lasted a long time. Voice 1: Really hard to drink more. Voice 2: Of course one might make a film of it. But even if such a film succeeds in being as fundamentally disconnected and unsatisfying as the reality it deals with, it will never be more than a re-creation "” poor and false like this botched traveling shot. Voice 3: There are now people who pride themselves on being authors of films, as others were authors of novels. They are even more backward than the novelists because they are unaware of the decomposition and exhaustion of individual expression in our time, ignorant of the end of the arts of passivity. They are praised for their sincerity since they dramatize, with more personal depth, the conventions of which their life consists. There is talk of the liberation of the cinema. But what does it matter to us if one more art is liberated through which Tom, Dick or Harry can joyously express their slavish sentiments? The only interesting venture is the liberation of everyday life, not only in the perspectives of history but for us and right away. This entails the withering away of alienated forms of communication. The cinema, too, has to be destroyed. Voice 2: In the final analysis, stars are created by the need we have for them, and not by their talent or lack of talent or even by the film industry or advertising. Miserable need, dismal, anonymous life that would like to expand itself to the dimensions of cinema life. The imaginary life on the screen is the product of this real need. The star is the projection of this need. The images of the advertisements during the intermissions are more suited than any others for evoking an intermission of life. To really describe this era it would no doubt be necessary to show many other things. But what would be the point? Better to grasp the totality of what has been done and what remains to be done than to add more ruins to the old world of the spectacle and of memories. 1. This film, which evokes the lettrist experiences at the origin of the situationist movement, opens with shots of the Paris district frequented by the lettrists in the early 1950s.

这是一个没有暴力、温馨的地方，衣着光鲜的男女老少全都戴著牙套，公园的足球草场上，每张脸孔都是百分百微笑；豪宅的庭园派对里，每句话语都是百分百得体。在这个富而好礼的小社会里，所有人都那么和善，所有事都那么完美，也难怪吉儿不会知道，随手将自己可爱的孩子送给闺蜜，将为她带来多么意想不到的后果…… 美国资深即兴喜剧双姝联手把嘲讽开到“癫”峰，自编自导自演超激版《绝望主妇》，打造出一座艳彩斑斓的保守主义异托邦，狂喷城郊上流社区一切矫枉过正的文明怪病。碎嘴邻人八卦、比较儿女成就、拜金填充空虚，当物质表象成为绝对真理，看似荒诞爆笑的夸张情节，其实早在日常生活中如实上演。

一对囚犯Serge和Mickey越狱离开监狱之后却遭人伏击，这是他们不得不去到Serge的老朋友Noel那庇护。Mickey却有自己的想法，认为Noel在与他作对，此时，他又得知自己竟然有个未曾谋面的女儿。危急之中，Mickey决定去绑架Noel的妻子，希望借此解决掉令人棘手的Noel……

尽管父亲是著名的婚外情调查专家，尽管见识过了无数的忠贞感情最终化为泡影，艾莲（奥黛丽·赫本 Audrey Hepburn 饰）却依旧对爱情有着无限的期望和憧憬，她甚至觉得，只有那些明知不道德却还要迎难而上的恋情才能算的上是真爱。一次偶然中，艾莲结识了父亲的调查对象法兰肯（加里·库柏 Gary Cooper 饰）——一个在情场上如鱼得水的风流浪子。 艾莲捏造了虚假的身份，开始在法兰肯面前扮演起了神秘女郎的角色，没想到，自己的纯情和真挚竟然猎得了这位浪子的真心。法兰肯拜托私家侦探调查艾莲的踪迹，没想到这位侦探正是艾莲的父亲。迫于父亲的压力，本来心心相印的两人只得分手，一对天设地造的情侣眼看这就要擦身而过。

改编自卡夫卡的存在主义小说，以《触目惊心》(1960)成名的安东尼．柏坚斯饰演异境人物「K」，一朝醒来便发觉警察在旁，说他要接受审判，但无人告诉他干犯何罪。为了表示清白，K试图挑战司法制度，但悲剧人物始终逃不过卡夫卡式幽闭梦魇。影片卡士庞大，威尔斯依旧粉墨登场，还有法国 大美人珍．摩露，负责拍摄的是布纽尔的御用摄影师。影片以黑白菲林呈现超现实的封闭时空，威尔斯在影像实验中继续潇洒前行，从庞大的布景和众多的群众演员中，说明了他如何精心筹划出电影的无边国度。威尔斯自言这是他的最佳电影。

奎萨（路易·德·菲耐斯 Louis de Funès 饰）带着自己的女儿妮可（吉内薇芙·格拉德 Geneviève Grad 饰）来到了一个新的城市工作生活，为了不被新结识的朋友们嘲笑，妮可谎称自己的父亲是一名百万富翁，并且拥有一艘豪华游艇。朋友们起哄让妮可带他们到游艇上玩，为了谎言不被揭穿，妮可只得接着欺骗游艇管理员。 游艇真正的主人是当地的黑社会老大，他刚刚非法得到了一副价值连城的油画，将它藏在自己的爱车中。哪知道妮可的朋友们误将那辆车认为是妮可父亲的，于是偷偷的开出来兜风，最终他们的一连串骗局都被奎萨给撞穿了。在将车物归原主的时候，奎萨误打误撞的带走了那幅画，哪知道竟然被误认为是偷画贼。

本片讲述在军事政权创独裁体制的南欧某国（影射希腊），反对政府的在野党领袖Z先生在一次演讲中遭人暗杀，政府当局公布是意外车祸而死，对这理由不能置信的人们强烈要求查明真相。从Z先生的同事那儿打听到种种迹象的检察官决定抵抗政治压力追查到底，终于发现这是一宗有计划的政治谋杀，并牵扯出许多政界的大人物。可是后来牵涉这件命案的人不是被流放就是被处以徒刑或是被杀。加斯华凭借此片一举成名，并开启了政治黑幕片的新风暴。

二战期间，英国一架飞机在执行轰炸任务中，被德军击中，几名英国士兵被迫跳伞逃生。他们约好在土耳其浴室见面，并用这次行动的代号“鸳鸯茶”作为接头暗号。 他们分别降落在法国巴黎德军占领区的不同地点。大胡子中队长雷金纳德被动物园管理员所救。而另外两名士兵，也分别在油漆匠奥古斯德 （布尔维尔 饰）和乐队指挥斯塔尼斯拉斯（路易·德·费内斯 饰）的帮助下掩藏好了。即便德军展开了全城的搜索，油漆匠、指挥和中队长还是在浴室顺利地会面，几经辗转，英国士兵终于接上了头。几个原本并不认识的人，就这样结成了生死同盟，与敌人展开了斗智斗勇的生死游戏。同时，也闹出了不少温情的笑话。他们用微薄的力量对抗严酷德军，险相迭生，滑稽搞笑，为了逃出虎口，共同战斗。

二战期间，英国一架飞机在执行轰炸任务中，被德军击中，几名英国士兵被迫跳伞逃生。他们约好在土耳其浴室见面，并用这次行动的代号“鸳鸯茶”作为接头暗号。 他们分别降落在法国巴黎德军占领区的不同地点。大胡子中队长雷金纳德被动物园管理员所救。而另外两名士兵，也分别在油漆匠奥古斯德 （布尔维尔 饰）和乐队指挥斯塔尼斯拉斯（路易·德·费内斯 饰）的帮助下掩藏好了。即便德军展开了全城的搜索，油漆匠、指挥和中队长还是在浴室顺利地会面，几经辗转，英国士兵终于接上了头。几个原本并不认识的人，就这样结成了生死同盟，与敌人展开了斗智斗勇的生死游戏。同时，也闹出了不少温情的笑话。他们用微薄的力量对抗严酷德军，险相迭生，滑稽搞笑，为了逃出虎口，共同战斗。

奎萨（居伊·格罗索 Guy Grosso 饰）将自己的一生都献给了警察这份他深深热爱的职业，然而，再能干的警察也要面临退休的这一天。退休在家后的每一天对于奎萨来说都无异于是一场折磨，他深居简出脾气爆炸，情绪濒临抑郁的边缘。 就在这个节骨眼上，奎萨的老朋友热贝尔（路易·德·菲耐斯 Louis de Funès 饰）和托利威尔（米歇尔·莫多 Michel Modo 饰）出现在了奎萨的面前，他们带来了一个喜忧参半的消息——他们的老伙计福卡斯（让·勒费弗尔 Jean Lefebvre 饰）因为一场意外而丧失了记忆，能够让他回忆起过去的，只有他们这几个曾经生死与共的兄弟们了。这个消息让奎萨顿时来了精神，一行人浩浩荡荡的向着福卡斯所在的疗养院出发了。

从美国运送英国太空船半途失去了行踪，这引起了美英两国的高度重视，于是英国军方派出了007邦德（罗杰•摩尔 Roger Moore 饰）前去追查。经过调查，007发现了这件事背后后隐藏的另一个阴谋。世界上某个组织正在在制造一种神经麻痹气体，该气体是由一种极稀有的尼格拉兰花提取出来的；当邦德在这种兰花的产地详细调查后，一个足以震惊世界的大阴谋浮出了水面。原来，该组织已经在太空中建立了一个太空城，为了称霸世界，他们准备从太空城中发射50个自行研制毒气弹袭击地球上的50个大城市。邦德发现他们的阴谋后，准备飞上太空阻止他们这个疯狂的计划！